Synopsis. They see you getting a little 'flirty' with someone else. How i think they'd all message you. Reader is in a relationship with them! Masterlist!!
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content. Your a college student who seems to be falling behind both professor Geto and professor Qifrey class. What a coincidence! Luckily for you. They would do anything for their favourite student. Even if she was to busy doing her make up in the middle of lectures and curling her hair in the library. But you'll do anything for a good grade. Right? For JJK Crossover Event by @madamechrissy
word count. 800 roughly
What do you do when you managed to get into this college by hanging onto your bootstraps, and now you’re at risk of losing your athletic scholarship.
You've somehow found yourself in this position because you’re failing the only two theory classes you actually need to pass. Turns out getting distracted by the outline of your professors pants can throw a girl off her game. And skipping some classes. Which really isn't your fault. Who knew good attendance was mandatory?
Maybe if it weren't for professors Geto's shirts getting tighter and tighter with every class you began attending. Or how professor qifrey always seemed to have a task made just for you, involving bending down or climbing shelves to get something, then MAYBE your grades could've had a fighting chance.
Surely it wasn't a coincident that the shorter you made your skirt the more tasks he had just for you. Professor Geto asking you to answer more questions than usual. You must be imagining the way their eyes lock onto yours more often than naught.
Sure you COULD be imagining all this nonsense. You could pretend like you don't daydream about the two of them fucking you at the same. Damn. Time.
This is the 3rd meeting you've needed to have regarding your theory course performance. And it's the first meeting were BOTH of them were present to talk about your grades. It's like god was teasing you when he decided to make both their schedules free at the same time so they just held the meeting together.
You could feel a patch beneath you seep through your brand new shorts.
You must be hallucinating the way both their eyes seemed to look on yours, that hungry gaze reserved only for you, seemed to make your body hotter as you felt their eyes linger towards the curve of your waist.
They know they’re good looking. The amount of time students seemed distracted during lectures was all the proof they need. Yet the true prize was their voices.
Qifrey was such an eloquent speaker. Whenever he spoke to you it was almost as if you had landed in some medieval fairytale. His tone is soft and gentle, with his accent compelling you more than the dreary topics he seemed to prefer. He’ll use the kindest words to explain why your work sucks. Responding to student emails with an inhuman quickness at 11 PM. Painfully shutting down any chance of extended deadlines before reading your submitted work to filth and then giving it back to you for improvement.
Most students actually excel the best in his class. Why you seem to be the remaining exception is a mystery. Kinda.
Geto was more of a smooth talker. No matter how boring the subject he seemed to focus on was, he could truly spin any unknown topic into a masterpiece novel. You won’t even notice how he’ll slyly critique assignments, tearing them limb from limb as the poor student doesn’t even realise he or she just got a failing grade.
And somehow, despite their completely different teaching styles, they both had the exact same effect on you. So standing in front of them. Waiting for them to tell you what to do. What needs to happen for you to pass.
You’re supposed to be focusing on the meeting, but your mind keeps drifting.
Hearing them sit down and berate you while you stood their obediently. Nodding along to whatever revision material they were providing for the next mock. You could cum right their on the pristine office floor, practically gushing as some of it falls upon the shoes.
They'd tell you to clean your mess, Geto's smiling at you with his head tilted like he's looking at some kind of bug. Qifrey would simple tut at you, shaking his head while he instructs you. His smooth voice praising you while you lower yourself to the ground. Gracefully lifting your head with his foot as he tells you to clean up Geto first.
Then they'd have you work your way up to their di-
"Ahem. You seem preoccupied with something other than your 2 failing courses."
Oh yeah. Your in a meeting.
You can feel their dissaproving stare from across the room. If only they new you were imagining beeing treated like their little pet. Kneeling on the cold, hard floor and begging to suck their cocks.
But now your stuck in reality. Your not getting dick. Geto and Qifrey are being totally responsible. And your still failing the class. Though from your flushed face. And the way a strain outline seems to be growing in their pants. It looks like there's more than one way to earn extra credit.
✉ authors note. This is for @madamechrissy anniversary event ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Jjk crossover au. Of course i had to join in. Hope yall like it!! Congrats chrissy!!!
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Content warning, spanking, licking, groping. Toji is a lil weirdo. We know this. Uhhh banging. Dih riding. Teasing, slight overtumulation. Lil toxic, toji jealous. He a lil mean. Masterlist!!
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Ass or Tits?
Toji's gonna pick ass. Every. Damn. Time. Is it even really a debate at this point? The man loves a good ass. First time he saw you in those tight jeans wrapping around your hips and your curves everytime you took a step. He knew you were meant to be his.
Its not like he tried to hide it, mind you. Anyone with 2 eyes could see the ways his gaze would wander towards your lower half. You could feel his wandering stare every time you walked into a room. It's why you start swaying your hips and a little more. Bending over a little extra to pick up whatever pen you dropped this time. A part of you knows it creepy of him to watch. And yet another part of you hopes he is.
When you 2 are just lounging at home, hes grabbing that shit whenever he can. Squeezing and massaging whenever he has the chance. Swatting your hand away with a grunt whenever you tried to stop him.
"M' not gonna do anything else ma. 5 more minutes."
Of course thats a another lie. As his hands travel futher up your body, bruising your waist as he slowly sends kisses up your neck.
Mid fuck. He's spanking your ass just for fun. Says he likes watching it go red as you ride his dick. Mumbling something about being tired as he lifts your hips to more his rhythm.
Your not gonna sleep tonight.
Giving or receiving?
Now as much as he loves watching you ride his cock till morning. Babbling about how much you can't take it. And you need a break. And all that other nonsense Toji doesn't really pay attention to.
He prefers being in control. Deciding how much pleasure hes gonna make you take a he eats you out like a starved man.
Watching you unravel beneath him as he places his fingers on your clit. Tounge lapping up your juices as you cry out his name.
When he feels you inching away from his mouth you best believe he's dragging you right back. Landing a firm *slap!* on your pussy as a warning.
"Try that dumb shit again and see what happens."
Didn't shave?
Toji's a grown ass man, he doesn't care how tick that bush is. He'll fucking braid it if it means he gets to eat you out same day same time.
Sometimes he prefers when you don't shave. He kinda likes the feeling of it across his face. He's a freak. But you know this, so just enjoy the ride.
Its not like he's ever gonna shave. That's why to much hassle. So why should you? Besides. He's not a very patient man. So you telling his you can't fuck because you haven't shaved. Isn't an option.
Hell, if your down periods aren't really a big deal to him either. Just say the word and he'll have you spread eagle, dick practically bruising your cervix. All you have is some towel and a dream. Best believe Toji's not gonna turn his favourite girl down for anything. And he's not talking about you.
You wanna turn the lights off cause your shy? No way. How else is he gonna see his dick poking out your stomach? Drool hanging from the side of your jaw.
Your embarrassment is almost his favourite part.
Teasing. God, he's such an Ass.
Because Toji doesn't tease. He bullies.
We already know this man doesn't have a single patient bone in his body. So why should he hold back because you decided to be a brat today? Shamelessly flirting with that waiter who clearly gave you an up-down when you two first walked in the restaurant. Smiling like an idiot as he hands you both the menus.
Of course. Just before you both went out. Toji was being an idiot and created another argument. You were mad he had been coming home late. And he then proceeded to tell you to "chill the fuck out."
So now you're both in a mood. Unable to cancel the dinner because Toji is a cheapskate and this was all reserved with a heafty deposit. You're mad and therefore won't talk to him, and he's upset you won't talk to him! The mood was already soured before Toji caught you smilling so damn sweetly at the boy. Fluttering your eyelashes and laughing at whatever dumb joke he had to say about the menu.
It wasnt funny. You know it. Toji knows it! So why the fuck are you laughing and giving this extra attention he should he getting!?
To bad for you. Toji is a man of few words and fucks to give. Hes groping you the whole time you say your order under the table. Letting up only when the kid finally asked if you were okay as you let out a breathy, yes.
When you both got home, you tried to mouth off to him, but he pinned you down the moment you took your shoes off. Head first on the couch with your ass up.
Hes spanking it red while shoving his big ass dick in there like theres no tomorrow. Balls slapping your asshole as he sneakily slides his thumb in there. Applying more pressure when he feels you get closer.
Through your shaky breaths, he catches some parts of what you try to say. And ignores the rest. Something Something please. Something Something, sorry. Yadayadayda.
Maybe next next time you'll think twice before tryna make him jealous. He's not gonna stop until you squirt on his face atleast 5 times, begging for his cock like the needy brat he knows you are.
Dates.
Toji not gonna do that shit. He's not even the romantic type. Your the first real relationship hes had that he didn't wanna ditch as soon as it got too serious. Planning dates. Remembering anniversaries. He's not your guy. Hell, the man doesn't even pay you rent.
But when you guys do go out. He's glued to your side. Holding your waist as you walk. Putting his hand in your back pocket, no matter how many times you tell him off. Wiping his thumb on your mouth to lick off whatever food you hadn't got in your mouth.
His dick is pretty much all he's good for. Need someone to fuck you all night long? Make you forget whatever shitty ex your crying about this time and ride that dick till sunrise?Well look no further. Afterwards, he'll run you a bath, add some of those bath bombs he knows you like, and massage your scalp while you relax.
He needs his girl in tiptop shape after all.
Your stuck with him till one of you croak. And it damn sure ain't gonna be him.
Synopsis. You can't pay for the date today. You try pull lil prank but, i dont think their buying... Reader is in a relationship with them! Masterlist!! 💫!
Starring 💫! Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna <33 (winner of this poll) Daily polls!!
You know the drill. Mdni. Pussy talk. Oral (fem reader, fem receive.) Sukuna has 2 dih. Anal. Possessive. Slightly toxic. Established relationship. Mention of death.
Ass or Tits.
Now if you know your boyfriend. You know this is a stupid ass question. You could flutter your eyelashes at him. Sitting all pretty up on his lap like a good girl. Hands running through his hair, slowly massaging his scalp as he gently caresses you. In his true form, no doubt. 2 hands for holding both your breasts. While the other 2 work on neading you ass.
You're watching a theatre play at your request, of course. Though of course he can't allow another dare desire what is his. It's happened before. And let's just say, most of your furniture needed replacing. Rugs died with red and draws used as pummelling practice.
So you have theatre at home. The next best thing! Aka uraume vs 20 different wigs and 30 different outfit changes. And while you eating it up. Sukuna's touch has your mind...wandering.
You're enjoying the warmth of your husband before you pop the question.
"Kuna. Ass or tits?"
Ahh. Uraume really needs a vacation. Plus salary bonus.
To be fair. It is basically your fault. Why ask such a stupid question to your arrogant husband in the first place?
"I don't have a preference, prey always taste the same."
"No I mean- wait what?" His face hasn't changed, nor has he graced your question with a response. So you take that as your cue to move on.
"No like, of my body. Do you prefer ass or tits?"
"You mean mine?"
.
.
.
Yeah there's no point in trying to argue with this man. His smug smirk and taunting gaze is enough to know that he doesn't intend to make this conversation easy.
"Just answer the question." At this point your getting fed up trying to get an answer from him. The two of you far to occupied fondling each other to notices uraume had left a long time ago.
"We- hah!" Your breath hitches as you feel him moves his hands more aggressively. His body runs hot, sly moving under your garments you had prepared just for him and your date today. One hand finding it's way to you breast, squeezing it before his other hand goes to twist your nipple.
His bottom arms moving in to you grab you lower half.
"mmph- kuna, what are doin-"
"Hush women. Im testing out your theory." Your body's growing hot, he doesn't relent even as you squirm on his lap. You can practically feel the hairs on your neck stand up the more he moves down your body. Sweats growing on your brow as you try to hold still.
Just 'testing' is what you believed an hour ago when his dicks wasn't abusing your cervix. One pounding the walls of your sloppy cunt. While the other makes it's way to your ass.
Your stuffed from both sides. And with his mean way of kissing you. Basically taking your breath away as he keeps pace. Your practically full of him.
Its not gonna stop here.
Bites marks littered across both you ass and tits. His hands haven't relented off you, a sickly sweet scent in the air as both your sweat and pre quickly engulf the room.
At this point. You dont even care about his answer. You're probably not even gonna get one. He's been 'inspecting' you insides so harshly, you'd think you owed him money. Non stop for over an hour and he doesn't seem even a bit tired. Your brains turned into a pile of mush held together by some glitter glue. You couldn't even plead for him to stop. Words coming out your mouth like babbles.
"Hah- kuna. Mm-" He's letting out a scoff and he feelss you grind your hips towards him.
"You say your tired but your bodies clearly doing something else. Walls gripping m' so tight i couldn't pull out if I tried." He's not wrong. Your bodies practically has a mind of it's own. Your at the brink of blacking out. But everytime it feels like he's pulling out, you can feel yourself hold him tighter in desperation.
"Fuck- hah. Need to compare my options if i am to decide a favourite."
He's thrusting at a mean pace. At this point your definitely bruised all over, voice hoarse as your being fucked dumb.
"Woman. Hey, brat. Wake up i found the answer to your question."
He knows there's no point in talking to you. All you can respond with is incoherent babbling. Face flushed and eyes glossed over as you look up at him.
You still wanna know his answer after all.
He's doing that stupid smirk again. Hips not stopped moving.
"Your cunt. She's m' favourite."
Jerk. That wasn't even the fucking question.
You don't even know why you expected him to answer you properly.
Giving or receiving.
Now this! Is a dumb question. Everything sukuna does is for his own pleasure. It just so happens to ALSO make you feel good.
The man could eat you out for hours nonstop. No breaks. No breathing.
When he tell you to sit the fuck down. Best believe he's dead serious. Arms wrapped around your thighs to ensure you can't move. He's eating. Wait your fucking turn.
So yeah. Greedy ass prick. You could be begging for him to stop. Sweat pooling on your back as your try find any sort of relief. A breath. A second! But no. You choose the man who would literally die buried between your thighs.
Sex.
It's good. Can't complain. Like. Seriously. He's so big to the point it's an insult. Your basically letting a third leg impale your insides. Not to mention. He has 2.
Best believe anal is always on the table. During your first times together he spent a whole month convincing you. A damn smooth talker when he wants to be.
Before you two even spent your first night together. He was stretching you out weeks in advance. He knew you needed time. Plus. It also gave him time to make you like anal. Craving him more and more so your shared night would be extra ravenous.
So yeah. No complaints here.
Does he fuck you until your dumb, eyes rolled back and body limp as you both roll around in each other slick?
Yes.
Is it kinda nasty?
Also yes.
But you choose the freak that would cum balls deep inside you. Spit on your cunt. And then taste his own mess on you. So. No complaints.
Besides your just as crazy as he is. This is a safe place.
Sukuna is Sukuna.
He's like a cat. That can talk.
He's rude. Arrogant. And thinks the world orbits around him. As a lover? He's a menace.
Constantly breaking things. Non stop bothering you in your chambers at the worst times. Practically begging for attention whenever your busy then acting hard to get when it's given to him.
One minute he's entering your room unannounced, finding his way to wherever you are and invading your space. Oh sorry. His space.
Yet the moment you snuggle up next to him, he's grimacing. Calling you clingy. Annoying. All of the above. Yet he's not stopping you. Not pushing you off.
"Tsk. What would you do without me."
"You just can't seem to leave my side."
"Tsk. Laying upon your king. I've had others dead for less"
Yet THE moment you dare decide to move away his arms are wrapped around your waist. Fingers seeping into your sides as he looks at you like you've ruined his whole day.
The duality of a man.
Possessive much?
Oh yeah. He's killed men. And women.
Don't touch what's his. Or look. Or breathe near. Think about. Smell.
None of it.
Heads will be place on spikes by sunrise. Buuuuuutttt he is working on it. Since he's placed on a sex ban whenever he's tries.
Either way. This man would die for you. And until death do you part. Your his.
Authors note. Soooo when section unded up way longer than I thought lmao. Im sure you can tell which. Update was almost later than I liked. My schedule for myself has been like, poll. 3 days. Fic. Poll. Etc. So I was worried I'd break my streak lmao.
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Heian Sukuna unable to cope with his wife's death, so he continued hallucinating her back when they were still married. Holding on to all of your memories. word count. 800 roughly
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Servants don't dare speak a word after she passed. No one who wished to keep their head attached would utter her name.
He noticed it when you grew older. Weaker. His power would only sustain you so much until you'd succumb to the flow of time like any other human. Your body grew frail as the years passed you both by. You feel lighter in his hands.
You wouldn't jump up whenever he entered your chambers anymore. Slowly propping yourself up as you make your way towards him step by step.
You couldn't stomach food like you used to. Those nights you two spent having eating competitions and cook offs long behind you. Even if he'd always win, he missed the sight of your chubby cheeks and boyish grin as you tried your best to best him. Now? You could barely handle soup. Bringing the spoon to your lips wwith a small shave as you compliment the chef. All your favourites, beef ribs, udon, large helpings of rice and pork. They were allowed to be spoken pf in the Palace.
It was his way of looking out for you. While hiding the inevitable from himself.
You were so brave. Speaking against him when no one would. Adoring him when no one would.
You were so loving. You were his only wife. You were his. And he was yours.
So when you sighed from your chambers, staring out the window as your handmaid spoke of the outside. Telling stories as a means to entertain.
He's hoisting you in the air as ge walks you to the garden he made just for you. Fields of your favourite flowers decorate the area. He's running his fingers in your hair as he discusses palace affairs with you.
Why do you do this, sukuna?
When he hears your voice again for the first time in a while. He looks up from his lap. Confused.
He's not in your garden. Instead of your handmaiden standing in front of him, it's his minister. And instead of you in his arms, stands the small boy you left behind. A mere child that looks exactly like you. Round eyes meet his as he stands in the centre of the room.
Ah yes. He had a son.
Your gone.
You had passed just last year. This meeting was for him to determine if he would let the boy live. A spitting image of you in pubescent form.
It's disappointing. That thing has your face, but your scent, your warmth. Has long left its body. Your eyes. Your smile, your nose. Their just likes yours. And yet. It's not you. It inherited Sukuna's bright pink hair. And an insufferable attitude. Usually, he waso busy that he never spent much time with the boy. Through taking cate of you and addressing the ministers. The child had rarely seen him.
Once you passed. Sukuna couldn't bring himself to go visit him. What was the boys name again?
How dare it interrupt his memories of you. He should tear it to shreds-
"M-my lord...the advisors implore you to reconsider! The young master-"
"Silence." Sukuna knows he's being irrational. He knows that if you were here, you'd scold him till sunrise about treating your son this way. Tell him to play nice, stomping your feet and scrunching that cute nose of yours. You'd be letting him have it right about now.
But you're not here. He's here in this world. And you're not. Your form still haunts him. Standing next to your son, as if to act in protest.
He's all of you he has left.
He glances upon the boy for a final time. He's not trembling? Even among the noise of the court. The dismissal He's received. The killing intent He's endured. His eyes haven't left Sukuna's once.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Yuji. Father."
Sukuna was right. This child cannot replace you. But he has that fire in his eyes. Eyes that you first gazed at him with when you too first met.
How could he send him away with your figure so clearly standing over him?
...
Gods he misses you.
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